Complacement, content, numb.
My shallow breathing resides as my unable cry.
This is my place.
Where the angels wither and die.
Where catastrophic intent, overturns my sight.
I favor anyone not.
Those dear to me are as though children of greed.
Taking my crimson love, feeding from it, taking all that i have.
I'm left to move on with nothing.
With nothing that means everything.
I wish i could go back.
As darkness falls and takes my hand, i fall to my knees, no longer i stand.
Apt to go, to leave to stray.
In this misery is my place.
My place of concious,
My place divine.
My place of safety,
My place i reside.
Make me, break me.
Love me, hate me.
Welcome to my place.
Anguish and sin torture the night.
Lifeless hands attempt to hold tight.
I see further in the stars and in the world, than meets the eye.
The undeserved has shown me that trust is hard to find.
Near to impossible, until you seek rewind.
To rewind you connot do.
Only one man holds capable.
Looking to cease this frost, this cold, burning hurt.
I look beyond what meets the eye, and further towards the serene.
This is my place,
where the angles soar and fly.
Where beauty of all wonders, calms my hadeous cries.
Welcome to my place.
Where sin is washed away.
Where peace overcomes this confusion.
Where love replenishes my faith.
